The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15
Ronald couldn’t say what had transpired on the battlefield, but he judged the current situation to be dire.
It was an emergency.
Though it was presumptuous to say, the outcome might truly be catastrophic…!
‘I fear the Young Master has finally lost his mind because of the curse.’
Ronald squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to dispel the horrifying images that churned through his mind.
With great effort, Ronald moved his hand and knocked on the door again.
“Young Master Blake. It is Ronald. Are you inside?”
“….”
The other side of the door remained silent. Ronald tilted his head in confusion.
He couldn’t sleep, so he was always sensitive to even the slightest sound.
“Is he not here? Ah, I suppose that’s it then. I must be losing my mind. The Young Master in the Greenhouse, of all places.”
That made no sense whatsoever.
He was about to turn back, thinking he’d made a wasted trip.
“…You dislike it?”
A man’s voice echoed from within the quiet Greenhouse. Ronald’s half-turned body froze in place.
‘That’s certainly the Young Master’s voice….’
“Young Master. I am deeply concerned whether something has happened. Might I be permitted to enter?”
No response came from within once more.
Ronald hesitated, then finally resolved himself and grasped the door handle. The door swung open with a creak.
“…What in the world—!”
And Ronald found himself confronted with the most shocking scene in his forty years of service in this household.
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A brown teddy bear standing proudly atop the plush garden chair, and Blake regarding it with unmistakable displeasure in his gaze.
Ronald, still seated, shuffled backward as he observed the fierce standoff between man and toy.
Yet his ordeal was far from over.
Crash!
Failing to notice the potted plant behind him, Ronald tumbled to the ground with a heavy thud—and what greeted his eyes was….
Blake, his brow furrowing at the disturbance, rose slightly and lifted the struggling bear with one hand, settling it gently upon his lap—
“Wow, Blake?”
It was the bear doll that had spoken Blake’s name.
“U-ugh!”
Unable to suppress the involuntary cry that escaped him, Ronald drew the simultaneous attention of both Blake and Vivian toward the doorway.
Vivian, catching sight of Ronald there, waved cheerfully.
“Oh? Hello there, white-whiskered butler!”
This was rather troublesome.
I observed Ronald, seated in the chair with a face as pallid as his white whiskers, with quiet amusement.
“Blake. Do you think the white-whiskered butler has fainted while sitting?”
Seeing him shake his head faintly in response, it seemed he hadn’t lost consciousness after all.
Phew, what a relief.
If the elderly butler had fainted, it would have been entirely Blake’s doing.
With my arms crossed, I clicked my tongue disapprovingly at Blake.
Goodness, why must you be so stubborn about a witch who’s perfectly content to pretend to be a doll?
Noticing my gaze, Blake pressed my face firmly with his large palm.
“Ow!”
“Ronald.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Ronald, who had been silent for the past hour, answered in a weakened voice.
“Do you feel ready to speak now?”
“My apologies. This old man lost his senses, not realizing where he was, and… yes, of course.”
“I understand your shock.”
“No, sir. I was the one at fault. Since not a single servant reported seeing Young Master today, I grew concerned and….”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Phew!
Escaping Blake’s palm at last, I kicked his thigh with my short legs with considerable force.
I nearly suffocated!
This ungrateful boy truly seemed to regard me as nothing more than a teddy bear.
Then, suddenly, I felt an intensely warm gaze upon me, and I scratched the back of my head awkwardly.
When he looks at me like that, even I feel a bit embarrassed….
“I should have worn clothes—that was impolite of me. I’m sorry, white-whiskered Advisor. I’m Vivian.”
“Ah….”
Ronald, unable to hide his astonishment, asked in bewilderment.
“Young Master, what exactly is the identity of that doll? It speaks and possesses intelligence.”
Ah, I do enjoy questions about my identity.
Though I’m trapped in this mere teddy bear form, it was a wonderful opportunity to remind myself that I am actually Vivian Halloway, the Grand Witch of the Western Territory!
And this situation is already unavoidable—my identity has essentially been exposed.
There’s no contract violation here!
I was about to declare this boldly, puffing out my chest with confidence.
“I’m a ma… Mmph!”
“An old teddy bear.”
“Pardon?”
Again, my mouth was sealed shut, and I squirmed in protest, but Blake continued speaking undeterred.
“I happened to acquire this teddy bear by chance before, and strangely enough, I can sleep well when I have it.”
“You say you can sleep, sir? My goodness, Young Master! What wonderful news! What a blessing this is!”
Ronald’s eyes sparkled brilliantly as they darted back and forth between Blake and me in astonishment.
Blake stopped Ronald as he rose to his feet, saying he must inform the family head immediately.
“Wait. I’ll tell Father myself. There are still some things I need to understand first.”
“Ah yes, of course. That makes sense. I was merely….”
Ronald’s initial shock had faded, replaced by emotion, and tears began to glisten in his gray eyes.
He then turned his gaze toward me, who had been freed from Blake’s grasp and was now nestled in a corner of the flower bed, admiring the blossoms.
He suddenly bowed deeply before me, as I rubbed my face with the back of my paw to smooth out the creases left by that fast-charging brute’s grip.
“Thank you, dear teddy bear. Thank you, truly thank you!”
“M-me…?”
I asked in confusion, pointing at myself, and tears streamed down Ronald’s weathered eyes.
“Yes. For helping our Young Master find sleep, I don’t know how to repay such a debt….”
Ronald offered his gratitude repeatedly without even asking how I helped him sleep or what my true identity was.
He showed no curiosity about my real nature.
I stood frozen in an awkward posture, alternating my gaze between Blake and Ronald.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one surprised. Blake too appeared to have frozen at the sight of Ronald’s tears.
His expression remained impassive, his body stiff, his sharp eyes fixed upon Ronald.
“As long as Young Master can sleep peacefully and find happiness in it, I care not what means or methods are employed. And such a cute teddy bear at that—what more could one ask for?”
“Hey, white-whiskered butler. I appreciate your trust, but now I’m starting to worry. What if I’m actually an evil teddy bear with wicked intentions?”
Aren’t these people far too pure-hearted?
While their outward appearance suggested a den of villains, their inner nature seemed to be nothing but soft, melted cheese—and I felt an unexpected pang of guilt.
“Is that so? Heh heh, but to these old eyes, that doesn’t seem to be the case. I’ve lived a long and eventful life, so I have some skill in reading people—or rather, teddy bears.”
Ronald, now even playfully teasing, exuded the seasoned wisdom that came from his years of experience.
“Besides, Young Master has made this decision after sufficient consideration, so I need only follow his lead.”
He gazed warmly at my round, doughy face and extended his hand.
I stared at his weathered hand, so different from Blake’s, before carefully grasping it.
He smiled kindly as he gave my paw a gentle shake in greeting.
“Until Young Master permits otherwise, I shall take this secret to my grave. I look forward to working with you, Vivian.”
I smiled back warmly at Ronald.
“Yes, I look forward to it too.”
After Ronald left, swearing to keep the secret absolutely.
I remained perched upon Blake’s lap, sitting in silence beside him.
The knee beneath me, where I sat so naturally, was far less rigid than I’d expected—much like the depths of his heart.
I murmured softly to myself.
They say he’s a solitary figure in the Mansion with no close companions, but look at this, Blake.
I’ve never encountered a butler quite as loyal and dependable as our Max.
“You’ve certainly acquired quite the impressive Advisor, haven’t you?”
Blake’s violet eyes, reminiscent of sweet peas, trembled delicately as he gazed long upon the seat where Ronald had been sitting.
The expression on his face—realizing that even through all those lonely hours, someone had quietly remained by his side—was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but laugh with genuine joy.

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